Affiliated creatures, Chaos Faction, Dark Civilization... all these are hostile forces.
A slight misstep could lead to a fate worse than death.
After all, there is never a shortage of those adept at toying with souls.
So vanguards are often equipped with a "Glory Bullet."
For the purpose of dying for the nation!
"Ah, the glorious years."
Old Master Liang’s eyes were lost, his throat involuntarily moved, and his abstinence from alcohol was once again tempted.
Qin Shi noticed and smiled as he said:
"Master Liang, let me join you for a few drinks, and let’s get some snacks. We can talk about your days in the military."
Watching Qin Shi’s eager back as he headed downstairs, Old Master Liang chuckled.
He patted his knee with his palm and softly hummed the battle song taught by his squad leader:
"With the armor roaring in anger, gazing at the Star Sea, the flames of war unending. The sword glimmers, the Netherworld howls coldly, the sacred flame gradually wanes.
The blood of Ziwei Yuan’s walls congeals, rekindling the Star Torch to illuminate the cosmos... waiting to start afresh, restoring the old galaxy, heading towards the heavenly gates!"
"The eternal endeavor, how can it be cut off! The Great Expedition, purges the sinful filth!"
The patrol warship lay quietly across the Great Cosmos, its void shield open yet static, like a majestic mountain range floating in outer space.
For those in the know or military enthusiasts, they could probably tell.
This is a large destroyer of the Dongxia Naval Department, responsible for executing extensive star sector patrol missions.
As for the Red Sword Banner displayed above, it signifies its affiliation with the Fourth Battle Group.
"The mighty Divine Machine bears the mandate of heaven, the chainsaw sword’s edge echoes beneath the frosty moon..."
A figure of modest stature stood at the bridge’s forefront, gazing into the boundless Star Sea, softly reciting a passionate and magnificent battle song.
"Report to the captain, this radio storm might last between fifteen to eighteen days, we must maintain ten cosmic days of silence, forcing a jump might affect the Netherworld rift formation, causing navigation errors."
The adjutant stepped forward to report.
He wore the deep black uniform of the Fourth Battle Group, with a handsome complexion and a straight posture, like a movie star stepping out of the screen.
"It’s really unfortunate. If it weren’t for this radio storm, we would have arrived at Heng Province simultaneously with the Seventh Battle Group, and you might have had a chance to meet Mo Zhenting."
The modestly statured figure did not turn around, his voice deep and friendly, containing a hint of a smile.
"Mo Zhenting’s brilliance as a rising star is dazzling, while you’ve been obscure and dim for years. I remember you both graduated the same year from Southwest United?"
The young and handsome adjutant remained unfazed, speaking in a deep voice:
"Report to the captain, Major Mo of the Seventh Battle Group has had smooth sailing in his career, it’s hard for me to match his accomplishments, but I have no intentions to compete. I only wish to gain experience and grow within the Fourth Battle Group..."
The figure waved to interrupt:
"You’re more adept at speaking like an officer than I am. You might as well take over as captain, and I’ll be your adjutant instead.
The Military Department has always wanted to model a new example, a new paragon, like Jiang Wanli and Han Qingyu, the twin stars of the Great Expansion.
You and Mo Zhenting are undoubtedly ideal candidates."
The young adjutant remained unmoved, his expression firm:
"General Jiang’s battlefield achievements are illustrious, single-handedly presiding over Gouchen Ancient Star, subduing the Star God abomination codenamed ’Suan Ni.’ General Han used three hundred warships to win against the Netherworld’s dark tide, reclaiming the Administrative New Star.
Both are indeed towering and remarkable figures. Major Mo might have the ambition to pursue them, but I harbor no such thoughts."
The figure showed an expression of helplessness, using words of his old friend, Xiao Zheng, who thought this young lad was good in every way, but too earnest, almost excessively so.
"You’re at least a top graduate from Southwest United, ranking second in the Four National Universities’ joint competition, and second on the Fire list.
As for achievements, you were only better and more outstanding than Mo Zhenting."
The young adjutant remained steadfast, holding a salute, speaking with conviction:
"Report to the captain, you once said that one should not easily feel complacent about the accolades gained in the first half of life. Every soldier who steps into the Fourth Battle Group should cast aside the past..."
The figure could no longer maintain his composure and quickly turned around:
"Stop, stop. That was a script written specifically for me by a penman, I read it through, and you took it seriously.
What I mean is, can you at least help the Fourth Battle Group save some face and suppress the arrogance of the Seventh Battle Group.
"Let me also follow and make a mark."
The young adjutant suddenly understood upon hearing this. He hesitated for two seconds, then asked hesitantly:
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"Yes! I order you as the captain, ruthlessly suppress that guy Mo Zhenting!"
The young adjutant stood with his legs together, his body even more upright, and said very seriously:
"I guarantee to complete the mission!"
Completely disregarding the rising star of the Seventh Battle Group!
"Xiao Zheng, you are the most outstanding graduate of the Southwest United in the past ten years. Why give up the Seventh Battle Group and choose the arduous Fourth Battle Group? I remember you also applied to join ’Steel Seven Company’ known for its spearhead role, intending to serve there."
The figure was not very old, at least compared to his position.
Being able to command a cruiser battleship, especially within the Fourth Battle Group stationed on the border, indicates his rank is not below the colonel, a full division commander.
To reach this step, most who are called "rising stars" have to strive for half a lifetime, until their temples turn gray.
The figure standing proudly at the front of the bridge looks just over forty, showing no signs of decline.
"Report, Captain, I believe Dongxia should always uphold the spirit of exploration and the grand ambition of reviving the galaxy. When I was studying, I was fortunate to read Marshal Qin’s ’On the Changes of Civilization,’ and I completely agree with Qin’s idea of the ’fire of civilization.’
The young adjutant raised his brows, sword-shaped, flying sideways to his temples, his tone finally showing some fluctuation, revealing excitement.
He recited word by word:
"The fire of civilization is not the private property of emperors and generals, not the adornment of the high halls of temples, but forged by the sweat and blood of countless common citizens! Don’t say the historical river is dangerous and turbulent, but look at the mighty power of the united ambition..."
The figure’s expression softened as he continued:
"The spark of civilization will surely burn a new brilliant world... This is an article written by Marshal Qin, included in the great work. But you still haven’t answered me, why come to the Fourth Battle Group. With your family background and personal abilities, you could have taken a much smoother path."
The young adjutant replied firmly:
"Report, Captain, I’ve already answered! I am willing to contribute everything to the continuation and prosperity of Dongxia’s fire of civilization! The Fourth Battle Group defends the frontier, it is Dongxia’s strongest fortress, and I came here with the hope of throwing myself into the furnace, to shine and contribute!"
The figure seemed to approve, nodding slightly.
Before he could speak, the young adjutant named "Xiao Zheng" spoke again:
"Additionally, I greatly admire Marshal Qin, even though he does not accept any form of worship, I really regard him as the leader of my life, an immortal monument! Therefore, following Marshal Qin’s successor is also my lifetime ideal!"
The figure was taken aback for a moment, then smiled:
"I knew it, the old man’s reputation is more effective than anything else. But next time, if someone asks you, remember to say it differently."
The young adjutant did not understand.
"Just say it was due to my personal charm that made a top student from Southwest United travel millions of light-years to come to the border of Dongxia and join the Fourth Battle Group."
Facing the universe, the figure’s stature appeared "short" compared to the young adjutant’s upright posture.
Nonetheless, whenever people looked at the bridge, they couldn’t help but focus their attention on that figure’s back.
As if the scorching sun naturally attracts stars, a blazing hot stellar body, forever capturing anything that approaches it.
This incredible influence extends far beyond the Fourth Battle Group.
Put it anywhere, and it would be the same.
The reason is simple.
The figure’s owner is "Qin Huai’en," the future successor of the Fourth Battle Group, a legend known as the ’Crown Prince’ surpassing several military commanders.
Personally appointed as the "successor" by Marshal Qin!
Qin Huai’en’s eyes became slightly hazy, and he softly recited:
"When I return, I’ll tidy up the old galaxy, and face the heavenly palace..."
He vaguely recalled a few familiar faces.
Especially remembered "Little Liang," who once served as his guard.
"I remember that stubborn donkey is from Heng Province. It’s been years, I wonder how he’s doing..."
Recalling past events, a shadow fell in Qin Huai’en’s eyes from the military tribunal trial that was supposed to crush him.